FOOTBALL IMAGINES

João Felix

Off-Camera Temptation

João sat at his gaming desk, headphones on, intensely focused on the match. The chat on his live stream was alive with excitement, thousands of fans watching as he played. His eyes were glued to the monitor, his hands moving swiftly over the controls, completely absorbed in the game.

Y/N leaned against the doorway, watching him with a small, knowing smile. She loved seeing him like this—so serious, so focused. But after an hour of being ignored, she was craving his attention. And she knew just how to get it.

She moved quietly across the room, slipping under his desk without making a sound. João didn't notice a thing, too engrossed in his game to realize she was there. She settled between his legs, her hands lightly resting on his knees as she looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

João jumped slightly when he felt her touch, his gaze darting down. His eyes widened when he saw her there, and a slow grin spread across his face. "Y/N..." he muttered, trying to keep his voice low enough so the stream wouldn't catch on. But he couldn't hide the way his body immediately responded to her presence.

She didn't reply, just let her hands slide slowly up his thighs, her touch light and teasing. João's breath hitched, his body tensing as she moved closer. He quickly glanced back at the screen, then down at her, clearly torn between the game and the temptation in front of him.

"Guys, uh, I think I need a quick break," João stammered into the mic, trying to sound casual. His teammates laughed, probably thinking he just needed to grab a drink or something.

He muted his mic and turned off his camera, leaving the gameplay running for his viewers. Then he looked down at Y/N, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of her. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice husky as he reached down to touch her face.

Y/N just smiled up at him, her hands sliding further up his thighs, stopping just short of where he wanted her most. "Just thought you could use a little distraction," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

João groaned softly, his head falling back against the chair as he tried to keep his composure. "You're gonna get me in trouble," he breathed, but there was no mistaking the hunger in his voice.

She moved closer, her hands slowly working to undo his pants, pulling down the zipper with deliberate care. João's breath quickened, his pulse racing as she freed him from his jeans, her hand wrapping around him in a firm, teasing grip.

"Y/N..." he groaned, his voice thick with need. He was torn between wanting to stop her and wanting her to keep going, but the desire in him won out. His hand slid into her hair, guiding her closer as he watched her with dark, hooded eyes.

Y/N didn't waste any time, leaning in to take him into her mouth, her lips closing around him as she began to move. João bit his lip, stifling a moan as he felt the warmth of her mouth around him. His grip on her hair tightened, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she worked him with practiced skill.

"Fuck..." he breathed, his voice barely a whisper as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around him in a way that made his head spin. He tried to stay quiet, tried to keep himself from making too much noise, but it was a losing battle.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes locked on his as she moved faster, her hand pumping the base of his cock while her mouth worked the rest. The sight of her, the feel of her—he was quickly losing control. His hips bucked up, thrusting deeper into her mouth as he felt the pressure building inside him, the edge of release just within reach.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna—" João didn't even finish the sentence before he came, his body tensing as he released into her mouth. He gripped her hair tightly, holding her in place as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps.

When it was over, he finally released her, his body slumping back against the chair as he tried to catch his breath. Y/N pulled back, wiping the corner of her mouth with a satisfied smile as she looked up at him.

"Still think that was trouble?" she teased, her voice light and playful as she slowly got up from under the desk.

João just chuckled, shaking his head as he reached out to pull her onto his lap. "The best kind of trouble," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her deeply, tasting himself on her lips.

Very demure.. Very mindful.. Sorry, I couldn't keep it in :((